Louie was a shithead. He knew he was a shithead. In his mind, he was just doing what had to happen for him to survive. Being a shithead was instinctual for Louie. He never wanted to harm a life physically, or any other way for that matter. But he felt kind of like he had… Continue reading Louie.
There is a man at the end of a long dock in the ocean. He has been there for 9 hours. At moments the man imagines that the dock has broken off and is floating at sea, he refuses to turn around because he likes the feeling of the illusion. At least the rescue boat… Continue reading A Man A Plan A Canal Panama
I walk up to the bar, Ready to consume that American dream Often lost in inebriation or other things. That dream that everyone knows happened, but can’t seem to remember. I order a Manhattan, and the bartender pours me a splash From every bottle in the bar. She adds so many garnishes my lips can’t… Continue reading Drinking the Dream at the Libertine
I started out my professional career as a social worker in Waxahachie. The work was interesting enough. The benefit of knowing that what I did made a difference in the world, was something I wanted to live for, for the rest of my life. Ever since I was a teenager I knew I could never… Continue reading Savior (Inspired by a more brilliant writer than I named Ryan Mayes, who is a total genious in my book.)
Benny and Sandies sat beneath the rusted back porch awning of Carl’s shoe store, watching cars roll by on the road. It was early October in Texas and the city had become excited by the decrease in temperature. “I don’t like doing this anymore Benny. Everyone looks at us like they know our life in… Continue reading No Place Like Home
It was 1:30 AM on a Friday. I had been up for four days straight with no sleep. Since Monday I had finished a twenty-page paper over the worst book in the world, for my literary criticism class, a ten-page paper for a theory class I was taking, helped my roommate… Continue reading The Pumpkin Muse